Physical touch.

Your love language was physical touch, along with pet names. You adored them. Your main names you melted over were, ‘Darling’, ‘My love/ love’, ‘Honey’, ‘dear’ and ‘Sweetheart’. You absolutely died hearing someone call you any of them.

Matt knew about it too. He loved teasing you about it. That was one horror when he saw your flustered face. Yet, he was also really possessive and never let anyone else do the same. Today was like any other. You got off the bus and headed inside to your locked, you put your stuff away and shut it, heading to your class. While doing so, you got dragged out of the way and to he side. It was Matt, and he had one of his devilish smirks like he was ready to tease you. Which he was. Without warning, he pinned you to the wall and pressed his body against yours, placing his hands down to your hips and keeping a firm grip on them. As usual, you got really flustered by it, and tried not to blush. This just made Matt want to go a little further. ”Are you alright, darling?” He asked, emphasising the word as he was looking down at you a little. He loved it, and knew you did too.